The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 3: Training

After their meeting with the Matron, Keira had taken Amber to a shop to get some proper training tools for her. This was her first time training a slave and she was determined to do a good job--perhaps she could impress her mother and sisters. Keira could easily tell what Amber was feeling, as the blonde girl's face broadcast her every emotion. When she showed pain and humiliation Keira knew she was doing something right. She had led her new slave to a shop that sold all kinds of whips, paddles and chains. She first tried out a few dildos to see which ones fit Amber best. Amber whimpered in shame, wanting to beg the Amazon not to do this to her in public, but Keira made her stand stoically at attention, hands clasped behind her neck, chest thrust out prominently, as the Mistress inserted the various sized rods into her. She chose the largest that fit inside her and several smaller ones as well.

Then Keira tried out different paddles, a cane, and a flogger, bending Amber over her knee and testing the implements on her vulnerable ass. When she picked up one whip the shop keeper told her to be careful with it, which made Amber nervous. After choosing her implements she took Amber back home. She was confident she could use a whip properly; Chandra had been teaching her, and Keira had even felt it on her own skin first.

Keira's home was a small but cozy cabin carved partly from a huge tree. It had two floors, the lower one for eating and the upper for sleeping. Amber found it pleasantly warm and inviting. The smell of fresh pine permeated the rooms. Keira lit several oil lamps upstairs and prepared to eat. The furniture here was different from what Amber was used to back home. The sofas and chairs had no back; the men and women here leaned forward or reclined on their sides when sitting. The home had a natural, earthy quality that was comforting.

Keira sat down at the table and ate her dinner. Amber's hands were bound behind her by the clasps on her leather cuffs, and Keira made her sit on her knees on the table, facing her, legs spread apart, so Keira could admire her new slave and fondle her as she ate. As before, Amber ate out of Keira's hand, like some favored pet. She averted her eyes and meekly took what Keira gave her, flinching shyly a little, but not recoiling at the Amazon's touch. Keira thought the young blonde woman looked wonderfully sweet and innocent, and couldn't help but smile.

When they had eaten, Keira took Amber by the leash and showed her where all the pots and pans were kept, so that Amber could cook for her new Mistress. The lady-in-waiting had not had to do so before, but she was a quick learner. If that was how she had to earn her keep, the blonde thought, it wasn't so bad. Keira then showed Amber how to sweep and polish her floor, and commanded that she do so every day. The noble-born young woman had to clean it thoroughly, naked as she was, on her hands and knees with a brush. She went about her new labors with resignation, humbled yet relieved to be out of prison. Keira spoke to her with a kind of condescending affection, and spanked her when she didn't work fast enough for the Amazon's liking. Amber worked the floor until Keira was satisfied.

Next, Keira had Amber bathe her. She heated some water in her fireplace and lay herself in a tub in a small, closed off area, and amber poured the heated water until the bath was the temperature Keira desired. Amber couldn't help but blush again as she admired Keira's firm, slim figure. She rubbed her new Mistress's body with a cloth while Keira luxuriated in the warm water. Amber shyly washed the Amazon's taut breasts; the young woman's cheeks were red as she did so, and she was excited to touch Keira so. The Amazon maintained a calm, detached expression, as though she was used to being waited on by a slave. When she was cleaned up from the day's accumulated dust and dirt, Keira stepped out and let Amber dry her, and then dressed again. Amber stood by attentively, accepting her role.

When the blonde slave girl was finished with her chores, Keira led her upstairs, and Amber saw several things in it that alarmed her. A cage, large enough for a person to kneel up or stretch out in, rested in one corner; multiple rings and chains were nailed to each wall; there was a bar suspended from the ceiling, and finally—most disturbingly, a shelf filled with canes, paddles, and a flogger, and all the other things Keira had bought.

“Everything is prepared, I believe,” said Keira. “Now, you will learn the basic positions.” Keira took a lacquered cane and bade Amber to kneel. “Legs apart, chin up, hands on your knees, palms outward. Back straight. Good. This is your presentation posture.” Keira tapped Amber's back with the cane until the new slave positioned herself correctly.

Next, she made Amber sit up on her knees, with her hands clasped behind her neck, chest thrust out provocatively. Amber felt a sharp sting on her bottom and straightened herself, holding the position until Keira saw that she could do it properly. The most humiliating for Amber was the next one, wherein she knelt and leaned forward, her head touching the floor, arms over her head in front of her in a position of obeisance. Finally she had to stand with her hands clasped behind her neck again, feet wide apart so Keira could inspect her. Keira made Amber assume each position again with short, one-word commands over and over, striking her backside with the cane to encourage her, until she was satisfied that they were ingrained in the pretty blonde's head. Finally, Keira was satisfied that Amber had learned them correctly and could repeat each position on command.

“Now for your first real training,” said the Amazon. “Raise your hands. Above your head, like so. Good.”

Amber's wrist restraints were attached to the ends of a bar hanging from the ceiling, about three feet apart. Keira began to undress. She stripped down to the thong and sash around her waist, baring her breasts to Amber.

“Are you punishing me? Did I do something wrong?” Amber asked nervously.

“Am I punishing you Mistress. You forget yourself again. So that's one thing.”

“Oh—I'm sorry, mistress! Please, have mercy.”

Something about that remark annoyed Keira.

“I have not tested your limits yet, so you may not ask for mercy,” she scolded.

“I'm sorry Mistress,” said Amber, chastised. “I just meant...I was only frightened.”

Keira's expression softened. “You have to understand, if you beg off when you don't truly need to, you'll have broken your oath and you'll be thrown out naked for the wolves to find. So only ask for mercy when you're truly unable to endure it. Understand?”

Amber nodded.

“I must first see how much you can endure. You training will proceed from there. Aren't you excited, dear?”

Amber felt the familiar sensation stirring again between her legs. She wriggled lightly against her restraints. Yes, it did feel exciting to be helpless, she admitted to herself. The anticipation—the fear of the unknown, was undeniably arousing.

“This is more...intense...than what I am accustomed to, Mistress.”

“Power is the best aphrodisiac, they say. So is the loss of power. Now, the more you take, the more pleased I will be,” said Keira. “And the more pleased I am, the more pleasurable it will be for you. You do want to please me, don't you?” She raised Amber's head to meet her eyes. Amber nodded submissively.

Keira walked over to her shelf and picked up a long, thin leather rod. Amber remembered the riding crops she used to encourage her horse; this looked to be one of those. Keira circled around her like a hawk circling its prey.

Thwap! “Ow,” she cried out, startled. There was a sting on her lower hip.

Thwap! Another sting, only this time Amber bit her tongue. Keira continued to pace around her, smacking her bottom repeatedly. The stings were not terribly painful, but there were lots of them. Amber cringed as each group of strokes was delivered. Keira now began to work on the back of Amber's thighs. The helpless girl began to moan a little, as this area was especially sensitive to pain. She raised her legs reflexively to avoid the stings.

“If you don't keep your legs still, it will be worse,” said Keira, stinging her bottom sharply.

“Ow, yes mistress.” Amber tried to keep her feet planted on the ground.

Keira could have bound Amber's legs in position as well, but she wanted to test the girl's willpower. Another sharp thwack followed against her leg and Amber moaned again, but to her credit kept still.

“Not bad, dear, not bad.”

Keira kept moving and striking. Amber sighed in despair. How long would this go on?

“Spread your legs apart.”

Amber fearfully obeyed. Keira was standing in front of her now. Her mistress began to slap the crop against the inside of her thighs, which was the most painful part yet.

“Owww...” Amber closed her eyes and raised her head up, desperately fighting the urge to bring her legs together. Her thigh muscles tensed.

The crop smacked her there a few more times, and Amber closed her eyes and concentrated on holding herself still. Suddenly, she felt the crop sting her right on her sex.

“Aaah!” She brought her thighs together for just a moment. Keira was smiling wickedly as she smacked the crop just above Amber's exposed pubis. Amber whimpered and tried to be brave. Once again, she felt the crop slap her pussy. Keira toyed with her now, moving the shaft under her legs, rubbing it against Amber's groin. The stinging stopped for a moment, and Amber was glad for the reprieve. She let her muscles relax, and realized she was sweating.

Then Keira, looking her right in the eye and smiling that same wicked smile, brought the tip of the crop up to Amber's breast. Amber let out the smallest, most pitiful moan and braced herself. The crop slapped the tip of her nipple and jiggled the fleshy mound of her bosom. Amber moaned through clenched lips. Keira gave her two strokes, one on the inside of each breast. She then ran the crop's head over Amber's stomach, and struck her skin there several times. Amber squealed but still did not open her mouth.

Finally, after light red marks covered most of Amber's upper body and legs, Keira instructed Amber to kiss the handle, which the slave girl did. Keira went back to her shelf and put the crop away. She picked up something else, and came back to Amber. It looked like a cluster of short straps bundled together at the handle.

“Now, this will be your last test for tonight,” said Keira. “Do well and I will reward you.”

Amber nodded.

“This flogger does not normally hurt more than the crop, but I will be harder this time. I will strike you ten times. Each time, you will beg me for another, and beg me sincerely. If I am not convinced you mean it, you will receive ten more and sleep in the cage tonight. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Amber said submissively. Keira placed a bar under Amber's legs and fastened her ankle restraints to it, forcing her legs apart as her arms were. Exposed; the word figured prominently in Amber's mind. Keira could do anything to her. Her breasts stuck out and her shaved sex felt cold.

The flogger make a hissing sound through the air the moment before it struck Amber's backside with a heavy smack. It struck a wider area and its blow was more muted than the narrow crop's, but Keira did indeed use more force this time. Amber cried out, regained her composure as best she could and meekly asked to be hit again.

“I don't quite believe you really want another,” said Keira.

“Please, mistress, hit me again?”

“That's a bit better.”

Smack! “Owww...Please mistress, may I have another?”

Smack! Amber squealed through clenched teeth. “I want another one, please.”

“Really, now?”

Amber nodded tearfully. “I beg you, do it again.”

Smack! “Aah!”

“What do you say?”

“Please, I want another.”

After the fourth hit, Amber started to really cry. She reached down deep inside to keep her composure and begged Keira to hit her again.

Smack! “Argghh...” Amber was breathing heavily. Keira was hitting hard. Amber tried to catch her breath.

“What is that, slave?”

“Please, mistress, hit me again,” Amber sobbed.

“Just as hard?”

“Yes, mistress.”

The flogger struck the back of Amber's upper thighs this time. “Owwww!!” This one hurt the hardest of all. Keira walked around in front of Amber. The sight of Amber's tear-streaked face arose no visible pity in the Amazon.

“Now, do you want me to whip you from the front?”

Amber looked up, and gulped. She knew Keira wasn't going to accept a 'no' answer.

She exhaled, straightened herself as best she could, and steeled herself inside.

“Whip me, please, mistress.”

“Good girl.”

“Mmmmhhh...” Amber cried through her clenched teeth as she recoiled backward from the blow on her torso. She tried to balance herself again, which was hard with the bar connecting her ankles.

She pleaded for more, and another blow landed on her stomach, sending her reeling back again. The next one landed squarely on her breasts, drawing more tears from Amber. She dropped all pretense of dignity. She pleaded, in a pitiful voice, to be whipped again and again, and Keira obliged until the count of ten strokes was complete.

“You did reasonably well,” said Keira. “You're a bit soft, but I think you will improve.” She walked behind Amber again. Amber tried to wipe away the tears from her face with her raised arms.

“Now you must thank your Mistress,” said Keira.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Kiss the handle.” She held out the flogger's handle, and Amber kissed the instrument of her torment obediently.

“Good. The proper way to show gratitude is to kiss your mistress's feet, which you will do when I release you. But first we'll have some fun.”

Amber felt the flogger come up beneath her legs again and whimpered. But it was soft this time. Keira rhythmically tapped Amber's crotch with the tails of the instrument, and placed her hand on Amber's hip. She began to rock Amber back and forth as the whip struck her sex gently.

“Does that feel better, my dear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Keira turned the handle upside down, and slid the end into Amber's groin. Amber gasped as Keira moved it up and down. Amber realized she was very moist between her legs, and the handle slid into her easily.

“You like that, don't you?”

“Mmm, yes Mistress.”

Keira then slid her hand up from Amber's hip to her breast, still thrusting the handle up inside her. She grabbed at her flesh greedily, and rubbed the nipple between her fingers. The nipple stiffened, to Keira's delight. Amber felt as if her skin's sensitivity had increased tenfold. Only then did she realize how much she was under Keira's control. It was one thing to inflict pain at will, but this? How could she resist? Keira's bosom pressed against Amber's back, and she savored the feeling. Amber closed her eyes and lay her head against her suspended arm. She moaned and sighed in rhythm to Keira's attentions, feeling the hard, unyielding force of the handle inside her. She didn't care how degrading this was anymore, she just wanted the sensations to continue.

“Ahh...ahhh...ooohhh...”

Keira thrust the whip handle deeper, harder into Amber. The bound girl moaned louder and breathed deeper. After several more thrusts, Keira stopped, leaving Amber in a state of unsatisfied lust.

“Had enough, my beauty?”

“I want you to continue, Mistress, err...if you please,” said Amber shyly.

“Ask directly and plainly. Say you want me to fuck you.”

Amber winced. “I want you to fuck me, Mistress, please.”

“Better. Would my pet like to suckle her Mistress for a while?”

Amber nodded. She found Keira to be quite attractive, and this feeling of pleasure and danger excited her. Keira went around and cradled Amber's head to her bare breast. Amber put her mouth over her Mistress's nipple and kissed it, sucking gently on the erect point of flesh.

“You can do better,” said Keira. “Move your tongue around it, slowly.”

Amber opened her mouth and traced the aureole of Keira's breast with her tongue.

“You look like you're having your throat examined,” Keira laughed. “Here, do it like this.”

She put her head against Amber's bosom and devoured her breast greedily, practically biting down and sucking hard on the nipple. Amber gasped in pleasure. Keira pressed her tongue deeply against the flesh, moving Amber's nipple around and around.

“Now, can you do that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Go ahead and try.”

Amber suckled her mistress harder and harder, savoring the warm, plump flesh. She gently scraped the nipple with her teeth, trying to evoke a more pleasurable sensation.

“Better, better,” said Keira. She put her hand under Amber's dripping wet sex, and slid a pair of fingers inside her. She moved them in and out while Amber suckled her. The feeling of pleasure increased and Amber could feel herself building to a climax. The sensation welled up from deep inside her and demanded to burst out. But again, Keira stopped. Amber was afraid now that Keira would not allow her sexual release.

Her Mistress unfastened her wrists, and then her ankles. The blood flowed back to her arms, and Amber was grateful she could move them normally again.

“What do you do now, hmm?” Keira chided her.

“Oh--” Amber quickly sank to her knees and kissed Keira's feet gratefully.

“Would you like to continue what we started?”

Amber nodded eagerly.

“You should beg your Mistress.”

Amber rose to her knees and looked up to Keira pleadingly.

“Please, Mistress? Let me make love to you. Please?”

Keira smiled and led Amber to her bed. It was essentially a hammock, suspended above the ground from four posts. On each post was a fastening ring (There are rings everywhere, Amber thought). The bed was covered with a large mat of soft fur. Keira laid Amber down on her back, and she sank comfortably into the fir. It was, she thought, the most comfortable bed she had ever laid on; she felt suspended in midair and her eyelids grew heavy. Keira took each of her wrists and fastened them to the posts.

“You're just the right height, dear. This bed was always a bit short for me.”

Amber spread her legs docilely so that Keira could fasten them to the lower posts. She was unafraid now; Keira could do what she wanted to her. She just wanted the warm sensations inside her to continue.

Keira slid off her thong and sash. Amber openly admired her sex and her long, toned legs.

“Now for the next part of you training,” Keira said. She went to the bed and straddled herself over Amber's head, her knees to the side of her. She placed her fingers between her legs and opened the slit of her sex. She fingered a kind of button of flesh inside.

“See this? That's the clit. I want you to pleasure me with your tongue, and focus your attention on that. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” Amber had never done this before, but she was excited to try. Her old inhibitions had found this place to be too strange and fled. Keira pressed her moist, glistening crotch against Amber's mouth, and Amber began to move her tongue around, trying to find the button Keira had shown her. She seemed to feel it at the edge of her tongue and moved it around like she had Keira's nipple. She took the lips of Keira's labia and sucked on each. It was so thrilling, she thought, to give herself over to her desires. Keira raised her head, eyes closed, and enjoyed Amber's attentions.

“Ooo...oh, that's a good girl,” she said. She reached back and opened the mouth of Amber's pussy with her fingers again, sliding them in and out of her. Amber imagined she was sucking herself with her own tongue. Each time she licked Keira's sex, she felt more and more intense pleasure in her own. Keira pushed harder and deeper, drawing gasps out of Amber. Finally, the feeling buried inside her came out, and she cried out dramatically. It was a climax and a relief at the same time. She continued to roll her tongue over Keira's pussy until Keira's breathing reached a climax as well. Keira's was quiet but just as intense.

After her orgasm subsided, she lay down next to Amber, her arm around the blonde girl.

“That was the first for tonight. We can have another a little later. Let's have a little rest.”

Amber nodded and smiled.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“For what, hmm?” asked Keira, caressing Amber's cheek.

“I mean, for rescuing me. And for this.”

“It was worth it, dear,” said Keira. “We'll start training in earnest tomorrow.”

As the sun set, the young Mistress and her slave languished in each others' arms in post-coital bliss. Amber's wrists were bound behind her by her now and she was tethered to the bedpost by the gold-colored leash.

“Time to sleep, pet. You can rest beside me tonight.”

Amber curled up against her Mistress and lay her head against Keira's bosom. She slept better than she had in many days.

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